“YO, BRETT, ME AND THE guys are getting together to watch the game at my apartment later,” Raul, my training partner says to me as our session ends.
“Oh, cool,” I reply, removing my gloves. But I feel as much enthusiasm as a I would while watching a cow get milked. I just want to head home and kick back on the couch watching mindless TV.
Raul’s still speaking, following me towards the area where we store our gears. “We’re gonna have beers, some snacks, and a few ladies to add a little balance to the evening. Just in case, you know, we want some more than football. What do you say? You in?”
The old Brett would have said yes right away. A Friday night with the ladies? Count me in. But now there’s no appeal. Nothing but—
“Holy f**k. Check that out,” Raul suddenly says with a hiss.
I turn
